Ye Fan returned to his room, spreading out on the bed in the shape of a big character.
He had joined the military at the age of sixteen, and now, after more than six years, everything in the military had deeply penetrated his soul.
He couldn't imagine what walking corpse he would become if he retired.
He couldn't imagine whether there would be any happiness left for him once he left his comrades and the brothers who followed him.
He couldn't imagine whether his brothers in the Dragon Group would die in battle one after another if he left.
However, today his mother, Qiao Feixuan, not only begged him with tears but even knelt down before him—he couldn't help but consider it, couldn't help but waver.
Qiao Feixuan was his closest relative, the giver of his life, spoiling and protecting him from birth into adulthood. Without his mother, there would be no him. He loved his mother very, very much, even willing to die for her.
